Page 131 of Brighter Together

He reaches for the waistband of my trousers.

“Tommy!”

I slap his hand without any real attempt to stop him.

He pushes the soft fabric over my hips.

My trousers slide down my legs.

His eyes darken.

“Fuck.”

I barely have time to laugh before his hands close around my waist and he lifts me onto the kitchen counter.

The towel slips from my head and lands somewhere behind me, damp hair tumbling over my shoulders.

“I need you.”

His lips move over my neck while his fingers slide between my legs.

My breath catches.

“I’m not exactly stopping you,” I moan.

A low growl vibrates against my skin.

He wraps my legs around his hips.

When I lock my ankles behind him, he lifts me again.

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom.”

“We have a perfectly good kitchen counter.”

“Not for what I have in mind.”

That sends heat straight through me.

I nip his earlobe.

“I’ll warn you now. I’m not feeling slow and tender tonight,” he groans.

“Hard and fast works for me.”

His grip tightens. “Good.”

By the time we reach the bedroom, I’m already breathless.

Tommy drops me onto the mattress and reaches immediately for his belt.

I pull off my top while he strips.

There is something ridiculously sexy about watching a man who normally does everything with patience and control suddenly lose both.

He climbs onto the bed.